Brave New World!

-You are John and have just had your first experience of the new world and its citizens. Write your thoughts

As i stepped out of the helicopter with my backpack strapped to my back, I felt a rush of anxiety and excitement. The smell of fresh air tickled my nose, and calming music danced around in my ears. The scenery, beautiful, with high-rise buildings. Yet with everything, something was missing.

Being a mutant, I knew nothing; therefore in desperation, I looked around in hope to find answers to questions I had not yet even asked, whether it be to Bernard, Lenina, Linda or even myself. This world seemed artificial, clinical and dull. I then realised that wanting to fit in, in this new world, was just as difficult as longing to belong in the savage world. Impossible. Walking behind Bernard, curious altogether, I wished to understand his views and thoughts about the world he lived in. With all this in mind, a group of young boys walked past, all staring at me. Looking closely at the foreign faces, I realised they were all the same, along with the same body structure, eye colour and the way in which they moved. Realising my puzzled face, Bernard decided to ‘fill me in’, “We’re made in test tubes here” yet his voice was faint within my head, and was drowned by my thoughts. Everything around me smelled sterile, and the air was filled with a sweet fragrance all at once. Something wasn’t right.

I saw no families, no mothers and fathers embracing their children as we had in the savage world. Linda had told me years ago, that this is how things were here, yet I never quite believed her, till now that is. As I walked past two young girls approximately the age of nine, I overheard one say to the other, “everyone for everyone else”. ‘Is this why Linda and I were never accepted in the savage world?’ I asked myself. ‘Nobody understood the ways of the new world.’ It was almost night time and we had to rush to Bernard’s apartment, yet before we did so, he took us to his work place, “The Fertility Centre” he called it. As we entered, the smell of unborn life reeked; loud machines and pure white walls and lighting surrounded the place. Test tubes lay secretly on the tables, as if waiting to be examined and approved.

“What is all this?” I asked, yet no one answered me; then, there before me, he stood, the man I had waited all my life to see. It was all so peculiar, yet so artificial, and I did not like the place, and saw no reason as to why any of these people should, yet everyone seemed happy, something I wasn’t feeling, so there was supposedly something right about the new world, something I obviously knew nothing about. Yet as I fell before his feet, from his head to his toes, he was clean, spotless and ageless, as was the floor I was now staring at. A roar of laughter broke out, and from then, my mind had been made up. Belonging was not in the question.